*ANGRY*
Angry at the past
It folds away rudely unchanged
Angry at the future
It stares nakedly unknown
I hate the sun
It burns too wickedly hot
I hate the moon
It's too silent and cold
Angry at the sea
It broods over many hidden treasures
Angry at the land
It swallows many good people often
I hate you
You left too soon without any goodbyes
I hate me
I'm another stranger passing through
© Olatuja Oloyede
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